Wait a minute, though. I had candles at home that I had no idea where they came from. It was like one day they'd just appeared, and I'd been too distracted by one thing or another to pay much attention. They'd probably been a gift. Or they'd come through the same void that ate socks in the dryer. Candles in exchange for socks. Not a bad deal.

Okay, I really needed to stop eating so much sugar. It was rotting my brain.

Maybe if I got a good look at the candle, I'd be able to ...